

Daddy says the hills turned gold in October
Mama smiles like she can still see the road
I sat on the floor by my father's chair
While mama traced a river in the air
They named every porch and pasture gate Like I should know
them by heart
But I was born with a different sky
And a map made out of their missing parts
They laughed about the corner store
Then went quiet at the rain
I heard a whole life in the pause
Between a smile and pain
Take me back to a home I never knew
To the gravel road that carried you
I can see it when you close your eyes A kitchen light,
a summer moon If memory is a borrowed view Let me stand
there beside you
Mama kept a tin of yellowed names
Cousins I had never met
She said the church bell shook the windows
When the whole town sang again
My father's hands went still and small
Holding years he couldn't mend
Take me back to a home I never knew
To the gravel road that carried you
I can see it when you close your eyes A kitchen light,
a summer moon If memory is a borrowed view Let me stand
there beside you
(oh,
beside you) I never walked that creek bed dry Never carved my
name in that old pine
Still I carry what
they had to leave
Like roots beneath a borrowed tree
Take me back to a home I never knew
I can see it in the way they do
Not behind us, not gone for good
It's in the stories that got us through
Let me stand there beside you (oh,
beside you) Their old road runs through me now